Was it a friendship?

cut through the mortar
that sets brick upon brick
fragments crumble and fall
the inside confused
self doubting me
left
wondering who I am
how do others see me
their word against
mine
my resilience
lowered
my foundations
rocked
today these words were
sent
There are 1001 things I would like to say but you would never listen to what
I have to say. It always seems to be some else’s fault… Never yours… It’s always
what other people have done … So giving you any sort of critisim is pointless…
I reel and withdraw
is she right
am I wrong
cutting as the mortar blade
her words
penetrate my heart
bring anger
to the surface
from inside my walls of skin
should I scream
“feck you!”
she who cast the
first stone
no friend says this
or do they
confusion
disillusion
of what was
left wondering
is my concrete
strong enough to stand

Combined anger & sadness brought this on today.